An Acorn’s Life

I suppose it’s only fitting

That I am born an acorn

There’s nothing wrong with being one

You see,

There’s no judging or judgement

No Sadness

Or even happiness

I can’t talk to my fellow Acorns

Or Mother Tree

But if I could

What would I talk to them about?

I bask in my own existence

And let the elements

Guide me to my new home

I let them decide my fate

While I simply soak it all in

I wonder when it will rain again?